Stickman

Elliott Smith · Other Songs - Elliott Smith

I sit here shooting blanks

Out of emptiness

Ain't nothing really want to kill

Maybe your time I guess

Sit and spin the world and its flipside

And I listen backwards for meanings



'Cause i'm a stickman

I live with one dimension dead

Try not to think too many moves ahead



I draw from memory

The stillest kind of life

Slide after slide

You know pain's the sharpest knife

Project what's done so everyone can see

To me it's just a reversal



And I'm a stickman

Frames they go one by one

If I sped it up

You'd see I'm on the run

From some monster off screen

Killing sons



Lonely makes me blue

Envy turns me green

Hate might paint me red

If I load my magazine

But not just now when it's easy to stay clean

When no one sees where you're bleeding



And I'm a stickman

Stickman